Written by: Audrey Francis-Plante
“I would like to apply for the job,” I said with a smile.
The girl popped the chewing gum balloon in her big mouth. “How old are you?”
She laughed. “How old are you really?”
“Seventy-nine,” I lied again.
My mother taught me some lies are polite, meant to keep people comfortable.
She leaned on the counter. “And what makes you want to work in a fast-food restaurant?”
“Well, I don’t have enough time left for slow food.”
She smiled, then said, “Sorry. We just hired someone.”
Apparently, her mother taught her the same lesson.